Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable Enter ORGILUS, disguised as before. [To Org.] Do thy best To make this lady merry for an hour. Org. Your will shall be a law, sir. Pen. [Exit PROPHILUS. Prithee, leave me ; 15 I have some private thoughts I would account with; Use thou thine own. Speak on, fair nymph; our souls Org. As any's who have feasted with the gods. Pen. Your school-terms are too troublesome. Org. Refines mortality from dross of earth What Heaven 21 But such as uncompounded beauty hallows With glorified perfection? Pen. In a less wild proportion. Org. Set thy wits Time can never On the white table of unguilty faith Write counterfeit dishonour; turn those eyes, The arrows of pure love, upon that fire, 25 Five Which once rose to a flame, perfumed with vows the holiest odours, virgin's tears, 30 sprinkled, like dews, to feed them And to increase their fervour. * Pen. Be not frantic, 35 Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination, 40 Pen. Away! some Fury hath bewitched thy tongue: Above all sufferance.-Thing of talk, begone! Org. Be just, Penthea, In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a doom 45 50 [Throws off his Scholar's dress. What is thy sentence next? Pen. Rash man! thou lay'st A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard Examine me, how I could live to say 55 O, rather I have been much, much wronged. 'Tis for thy sake If thy soft bosom be not turned to marble, Pen. With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, 61 Lend your hand; 65 Thus kneel before ye. [PENTHEA kneels. Org. You instruct my duty. [ORGILUS kneels. Pen. We may stand up. [They rise.] Have you aught else to urge Of new demand? as for the old, forget it; 'Tis buried in an everlasting silence, And shall be, shall be ever : what more would ye? 70 Org. I would possess my wife; the equity Of very reason bids me. Pen. Is that all? Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself. Pen. Remove Your steps some distance from me :-at this space Org. 75 You are obeyed; 'tis done. Pen. How, Orgilus, by promise I was thine 80 The constant preservation of thy merit, 85 Which might give deeper wound to discontents. Org. Part! yet advise thee better: 95 Penthea is the wife to Orgilus, And ever shall be. Pen. Org. How! Pen. Never shall nor will. Hear me; in a word I'll tell thee why. The virgin-dowry which my birth bestowed 100 To confirm it ; Should I outlive my bondage, let me meet Org. Penthea, now 105 I tell ye, you grow wanton in my sufferance : Pen. Uncivil sir, forbear! IIO Or I can turn affection into vengeance; Your reputation, if you value any, Lies bleeding at my feet. Unworthy man, And curse my stars for forfeit of my judgment. Org. I'll tear my vcil of politic French off, 115 I 20 125 [Exit. Pen. He sighed my name, sure, as he parted from me: I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman! 130 How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee ! Bass. [Walks aside. Enter BASSANES and GRAUSIS. Fie on thee! damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee! |